Clinton confessed, glancing over at Jenisha inside the car. Jenisha laid her hand on his thigh and her fingers were caressing the inside of his leg. He was having a hard time concentrating on the road. “I fell in love with you the first time you kissed me in the hallway. I grew deeper in love the more I was around you.” Clinton squeezed her hand tenderly. “I think you will enjoy this.” At least he hoped that she would. Pulling into the parking lot, Jenisha saw a paradise set up on the beach. Once they got out of the car, she noticed a platform had been set up on the sand with a table setting for two. Soft music played in the background, but she didn’t see a musician in sight. The night air blew at her long, off-the-shoulder cream-colored dress. She wore a matching cameo choker and bracelet. “Oh, Clinton, this is where we had out first date,” Jenisha gushed, looking out at the sand and the ocean. “I don’t know how you made it more beautiful, but you did.”
